In the morning, we woke up, ate breakfast, and got ready for the day. I helped take the Belgians down, which are very large, beautiful draft horses. After that, I took the cows down. Then it was time to clean the stalls. And clean. And clean. It was mostly just heavy work, after you gave up trying to keep clean.
I suddenly heard shouting and some words that I'm not going to repeat. I ran outside just in time to see two sheep, one gray, the other black, race past me. Long story short, we had captured two sheep, the white one and the gray, and we lost the black one. Over all, we spent about an hour and a half with about eight or more people helping to chase them.
Things like that did not happen often, and the rest of the days went uneventfully, with my mom learning to make goat cheese, me doing a lot of egg and chicken work with Elliot, and my dad moving lots of Rvs into barns.
Here he is again, now getting a treat
The farm in the evening
T-bird, sitting on my parent's bed.